Perhaps a curse
Does a bullet know the fate
The fate of the deer
The dear head it
It is to end
And a conductor will surely know
Surely know after
After the sweet crunch
A fish doesn't care
Doesn't care that the flesh
The flesh its fed sunk
Sunk from the heaven
Only who does?
Surely not the soul
Soul left long
Long before I died
Perhaps no one
No one's god would care
Would care that my breath
Is gone
Breath they never drew
So how will it matter
Will it matter?
Jul 16, 2022
Jul 16, 2022 at 2:02 AM UTC
The bow cuts sharply across taut strings
A crescendo rings out
Loud and hot
Playing across flesh and bone
All alone
A bow of metal
The strings breathe
Spilling out song
Run down
Like blood running from shoulder to wrist
Warm and inviting
Not scary any longer
But to all who don't know a disturbing melody
A tabboo
Not acceptable
Maybe
Maybe not
Like an ill placed violin
Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 3:03 AM UTC
Nothing is scarier than being
So much emotion your emotionless
Speechless
Silent and quiet
Hands twisting imitating the spiraling in my brain
Being confronted upfront and blunt with all that pain
Just numb
Anger
Fear
Pain
Hurt
TERROR
and nothing
The endless nothing
Screaming at you behind bars
Consuming
Unending
The rage
The seething hatred
You scream
Screaming back
WHY
WHY ****** WHY
******* ANSWER
nothing
Always nothing
Never an answer
Waking up
Moving
Head in a field of wheat
Just a dream
Look close at nothing
To hurt nothing you would have to reach through bars
But bars are there to protect
You
You put them up
You did this
You don't want to hurt nothing
Nothing is always there for you
And you realize
Realize nothing is you
Behind a bars your own reflection seethes back at you
And nothing more
Wordless is scarier than
Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 2:28 AM UTC
Long and quivering
Strong like the oaken trees
Wants for a warm breath
Forceful like the storm
Shivering like a flower
Clears with shining dew
Seeds falling from trees
Hot in the summer warmth
Lying in the grass
Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 2:05 AM UTC
Pushing me
Back against a wall
Hot
S
H
O
R
T
Breath
Heavy on my neck
Silver slivery moonlight
Across aging boards
Buttons flying
Tie loose
Passion
Jolts like red
across my brain
Screaming hot
Love and Beauty
A flash
The hot
Heavy
Up and
down
of
Passion
LOve
PAIN
R S I D F B
E E N A L O
D E T R O A
P O K O R
S R D
S
traveling
d
o
w
n
S
T
E
P
S
Like a crimson
R V E
I R
A WATER
F
A
L
L
.
.
.
.
OF DELIGHT
OF PLEASURE
OF PAIN
ᵀʰᵉʸ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ
E T N L
V E W E
O E O V
L W D A
S R
T
&
TₑlL
ME
if there really is a
HELL
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 5:09 AM UTC
NO
Oh how you screamed in my mind
A scream of pain and anguish
As I took back what was mine
How dare you
How dare you make me doubt my self
How dare you tell me how to be
I hurt for you
I cried for you
ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒʷ
I don't cry any more
I can't cry for all that I lost
But even after it all I pitied you
I felt bad
I'm sorry that I hurt you
I'm sorry that I wasn't what you wanted
All I wanted to do was live and I'm sorry that it wasn't how you wanted
Pray for me long legs
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
Legs longly stretch across my unconscious
Hands gently tangling the wormy lines of brain
A rearranging to make me theirs
Docile
Compliant
Obedient
To think as one
My insula
My Prefontal cortex
Swollen blobs
My begging eyes crying brain to be loved
Like spiders
Skittering
Scattering
Across my battered brain
My blame turned inward
I who did this
But it was you was it not
You who turned my left and right into the north poles of magnets
You who turned my mind into silly putty and broken glass
Shredding and reforming
Never whole
Never BROKEN
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 10:45 PM UTC
My mother.
Albadara ***** was my mother. You may have heard of her. The famous actress. She was very religous. Despite what happened behind closed doors. This neverless though made my career decision, harder. She had a lot of love but it was usually used up by men and the camera before any of it came to my father or I. She never did drugs though. So i guess her religion saved her from something.
My Father
He only had eyes for one women. He loved her ever so much. She never noticed. That didn't stop his love ridden *** to pursue and constantly try to please. As always failing dismally. By the end of it all the top half of his romanticly diseased head was scattered to the wind.
I was 8. Ah love. What a stupid thing.
Hartlet *****
A happy child.
What a dumb *****
The First
He was my first. He said he thought I was cute. I thought he was cute and nice. He asked me out 2 weeks after I met him. I said yes like the desperate ***** I am. He left sooner than later.
Bread
I turned 18.
Like most.
I had to move out cuz my mother wouldn't let me stay.
Money.
We all need it.
I became a ****
Attention seeker
The **** liked eyes.
On him.
He also liked games.
Watching my gaze on him he smiled. He led me into a room to "assess the product". What a ***** Making me whine for him. Ugh.
Circus part 1
I loved dancing. Ever since I was a child. Especially ballet. I thought I would perform on a stage. I guess I got my wish, that **** pole.
The second
I never knew
A pity
Almost as much as he pitied me.
But I guess he only liked my glitz and glamour.
And the taboo that i was sleeping with his boss
Circus part 2
Blood
Dancing in it like a warm rain.
I'll never know who saved me
Broke me
And built me in an instance
To cure my hunger for bread
The desire to be a ringleader in that gory circus of the living
I dance for me now
And the dead
Jun 7, 2022
Jun 7, 2022 at 1:56 AM UTC
Serving time
Doing lines
Making prison bars
Out of razor blades and credit cards
The only clean thing bout me are my arms
Cuz evreything i do harms Others or my self
Yelling for help
Where no one can see me
Tappin out S.O.S's
Who's gonna hear me
Swingin back and forth teeter and totter
Don't like myself
Wish i were hotter
Wanna be like thotties
i mean hotties
Rotting inside out with silicone gel
Maybe then i'd love myself
Don't even know what's real and what's fake
Cuz the emotions i hate
Don't even exist
It's just some ********
i created for attention
But what was the question?
When will i write "i" in the uppercase
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC